The Bermuda Triangle

My father sports a jacket on most occasions, yet it would not be beneath him to see a stalled car, and proceed to help or out right fix it even if that meant bending over or laying on the ground for the advantage. Being a man of vast knowledge, I would be amazed at the stuff he both came up with and done from far back as I could remember. But nothing prepared me for his trip through the Bermuda Triangle.
As soon as I even heard that my dad went through the Bermuda Triangle, I was all ears, and knowing my dad as I do, I knew it had to be true, firstly, because my dad spoke only of things he knew and experienced and was dead silent about things he knew little or nothing about. And my dad was in rare form about his exploit with the Bermuda Triangle. As I began to listen to my Dad relate his story, I could almost feel the breeze from the Ocean as his tale swap over my ears.
There was a boat that was docked up again a waft about town, and my Dad had heard that this Captain was in need of sailors to help him navigate his boat to Bahamas. My Dad knew about sailing, and was all to quick for the chance to get on the Ocean again and went to inquire about the trip and opportunity. As I said earlier, my dad dresses in a jacket, but it may hold a few gulf balls in the pockets, (look up the oldest caddy in the World, and you will see a picture of my Dad, {George F. Burchall{), and a few car parts he picked up along the road side, and maybe a dinner napkin or two from his sit down lunch he would never be without. No doubt as the men saw him approaching, they were no doubt hoping he would pass by almost faster then he was coming up. But with my Dad, a boat and men aboard was a sure invite.
Now these men were putting the finishing touches on the motor that had just been installed, but could not seem to get it started, when my Dad pull up to them. The frustration from events that led up to the meet and greet with my Dad put my father on the receiving end of impatiens to say the least. But my Dad is an able man, not too much frightens him, and stupidity is his strong suit. The men told him that they were not looking for help, and by that, his help which was an invitation for my Dad to keep moving along. But just before my Dad walked away, he in his Bermuda dialect, told them their engine will not start due to this that and the other. The men who were working on the engine for the better part of the day, hear what was said and for the first time the new light shared give rise to hope. The Captain of the boat, for fare of more time loss asked for my father to come aboard and before long black smoke gave way to white in no time flat. Of course the Captain ask my Dad if he had the time to go with them on a trip to the Bahamas. A smile and chatter gave the Captain all he needed and before the time appointed my Dad was on board with gear for a few days sailing.
As the story went, the Captain put more focus and attention on his instruments while my Dad was old school, he could read the stars and he knew where he was by them. Some how the Captain got turned about with his instruments, and my Dad told him he had to trun more this way whereas the instruments were telling the Captain he was dead on. Now being it was his boat, my Dad had to allow the man sway. This was until the first sighting of the seaweed. My Dad knew when he start seeing the seaweed and the horizon going missing a few times, that action was needed and now was not an option. With a few choice words and a few dam this and dam that, and that white man gave way to the darky in my father. They ended up in Bahamas a few days later with my Dad at the helm, and the Captain a little shaken up by the whole event bid my father farewell.